Alpha Loren novel Chapter 47

November 4th

"I wanted to tell you in person Connor, I was going to, but then all this happened and-"

"How long for?!" Connor asked his voice getting deeper.

"A week," I said quietly.

"That fucking prick! He kidnapped you, he marked you against your will and now this!" Connor said.

"Connor calm down. We can talk about this later."

"No. I have just found out that my seventeen-year-old sister is pregnant with the biggest dickhead in the world's child. This can not wait."

"I want to go home," I said quietly taken his arm, "Please, just take me home."

He let out a deep breath before finally nodding.

An hour later, we were at the front of the house I hadn't been in for a few days short of a month. The last time I had even see the peeling red paint of the door that I used to walk through at least twice everyday was before going to Cameron's party on October 10th.

Connor pulled the key out of his pocket opening the door revealing the dark hallway.

"This feels weird," I said quietly stepping into the house. 

Connor hadn't spoken for a while. I guess he was still processing. 

"It should be safe here. If they just came, they're unlikely to come again," he said after a few moments in the silent hall.

He flicked on the switch and illuminated the house with the yellow light of an old bulb.

On the floor by the door mate were a pile of disorganised shoes. 

I bent down and picked up a pair. My Doc Martens. I'd bought them from a thrift store four years ago and they were in a bad state even then. Now, the once black leather was brown and tarnished, the laces hung in a frayed bundle of threads and the sole, which I had attempted to glue back on many times, peeled almost completely off. 

But they had been my favourite shoes.

"Every time I see those, I itch to throw them in the trash," Connor said with a laugh. "They are an abomination but I just can't because you love them."

I laughed and put the shoes back down.

"Best five dollars I've ever spent," I replied.

I then went upstairs to my room. Mr Greggory's essay was still on my desk, along with all my other school books and parts of my old life.  

The polaroids of Abi, Charlotte and I that we took in the summer were still on my wall, as well as photos of us when we were younger. Despite Abi being Blair's mate now, I still hadn't seen her since the time we went iceskating. All I know is she is going to continue to live with her parents until she graduates. As far as Mr and Mrs Williams, Abi's parents, are concerned, Blair is just her boyfriend that may or may not stick around. 

I sat down on my bed and grimaced as the springs dug into my arse.

"I suppose you're used to luxury now?" Connor asked.

I then picked up my pillow, which was flat as a pancake and offered little more comfort than a rock.

"Something like that," I replied. "But how are you doing? With your job and money?"

"I'm alright," he said with a shrug. "I work, I get paid, I get by."

"Every day?"

He nodded.